I live in a nice, low-key suburb of Los Angeles. It’s known as the Mayberry of LA. I think there’s a slight connotation there of a town that is a little uncool, anti-hipster, a touch behind the times. On our cute little downtown strip, there is a store that is called Holiday Hats and Gowns. It’s from the 1950s. Somehow, it manages to survive while a neat little farm to table, gluten-free cafe went belly up six months in. Anyway, in this little burg, there is an SUV that I see all the time. It’s wrapped with advertising for the person’s business: doing autopsies.

Autopsies have always been that weird taboo thing. Yes, the word is common, but the act itself is pretty uncommon. Only a certain type of person can do these on a regular basis. It’s incredibly important and scientific, but also undeniably gruesome. At least, to me. So, when a movie is made that is essentially a full on autopsy, I’m going to be fascinated. Throw in the fact that this is no ordinary corpse, and what the coroner (and his son) find in the body is highly unusual, when then you have a cool flick. And this, The Autopsy of Jane Doe, is a very cool flick. Directed by the guy that did TrollHunter, which is great, he’s a director to watch. Oh, by the way, his name is Andre Ovredal. It’s one of those cool names with an accent over the “e” and a slash through the “O”. Even if he didn’t have the cool slash through the O, he’d be a director I’d search out.

The main point of this absolutely ridiculous post is to let you know there’s a great little horror flick starring Emile Hirsch and Bryan Cox that you should search out and then if you need an autopsy, call the number that is the title of this post and you’ll be all set. - Mark